A little girl with shining eyes

her little face aglow,

Said: "Daddy, it is almost time

For Sunday School. Let’s go.

They teach us there of Jesus’ love,

Of how he died for all,

Upon the cruel cross to save.

Those who on Him will call."

"Oh, no!" said Daddy, "Not today,

I’ve worked hard all week;

And I must have one day of rest.

I’m going to the creek,

For there I can relax and rest,

And fishing’s fine, they say.

So run along; don’t bother me,

We’ll go to church some day."

Months and years have passed away,

But Daddy hears that plea no more;

"Let’s go to Sunday Sohool"

Those childhood days are o’er.

And, now that Daddy’s growing old,

When life is almost through,

he finds time to go to church

But what does daughter do?

She says: "Oh Daddy, not today

I stayed up almost all night,

And I’ve just got to have some sleep;

Beside. I look alright."

Then Daddy lifts a trembling hand,

To brush away the tears,

As again he hears the pleading voice,

Distinctly through the years.

He sees a small girl’s shining face,

Upturned, with eyes aglow,

As she says, "It’s time for Sunday School,

Please, Daddy, won’t you go?"